Deadpool of that Street

A Story by Abishai100

Narrated portrait of the sharp/affable self-made vigilante (Deadpool) in this Marvel adaptation/fanfiction of outright thanks-giving.

Deadpool (Marvel Comics) fanfiction for last day of August. Enjoy!

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My name's Deadpool, and my real-name is not that important. I had this horrid accident at my factory where I worked and had to heal my spirits in Nepal for a sabbatical-view before returning to the American Homeland as a Selfie-culture posting Wall-St. investor-prince (by-day) and a masked vigilante of great experimental proportion (by-night). That's my story, and I'm sticking to it; there's good play for vigilantism these days (21st-Century). That's not true. Vigilantism is simply frowned upon these days, but honestly, cops sometimes need a helping empathy-eye from American citizenry and audiences, and that's what I provide --- Selfie-leak!

VILLAIN: We expound on 9/11 and Pearl Harbor paranoia with a campus IQ!

ASSOCIATE: Sir, this is an educational class environment of media-adverbs.

VILLAIN: I know that, fool; this pronouncement capitalizes a pirate-image!

ASSOCIATE: Do you doubt our Homeland mystery 'friend' is eyeing, sir?

VILLAIN: If Deadpool's end zones shine, we'll see if we dare terrorists (ha).

ASSOCIATE: Facebook-like (ok).

Friends, I had to experiment with differing visages for defense of the Homeland as your friendly continental (North American) vigilante of good-cleats, albeit with bad youthfulness, your Deadpool. I had a few manifested 'incarnations' of efficaciousness before learning of a more wily, agile, leather-bulletproof clad theater-performer costumed/veiled/disguised/tricky streets and culture adverbs-detective, seeking only to make your post-9/11 era West (American Homeland) a Selfie-lifestyle happy smile for Earth's sovereign/secured consumerism consciousness (for the mall-cops!).

VILLAIN: That rascal (Deadpool?) acid-shot my smugglers-buses of gems!

CONSULTANT: He then posted some eco-capitalism nonsense about JFK.

VILLAIN: This guy thinks he's some Angel's Advocate of Harvard-jam.

CONSULTANT: Damn.

I was efficacious in securing a New England campus arena from a vile villain and his terrorist-visage, with my wits and HCL-resourcefulness (wow). I had to link a rather hideous conspiracy linked to a bus-and-train motion of conflict-zone gems (African shores of warlord-myth) before taking an earned journey (vacation!) to Brussels, where I hoped I'd impress a waitress with doughnut-holes juggling street-theater (sure).